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Mar 2017
Under the silvery moonlight
she is nothing but cinder
Remnants of when she was fire
She could end this blight
from up here the ground is so inviting
at least more so then whats home, waiting
She has nowhere to go back
Every one she trusted,
trusted a knife in her back
and it all ended as she jumped
Félix Thériault
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Félix Thériault  Yamachiche
(Yamachiche)   
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